Dexter By Design (Dexter, #4)

by Jeff Lindsay

It was as if someone admitted they went through all the bother and mess of sex only to smoke a cigarette afterwards.

Dexter is not delusional; he knows better than most that ‘fair’ is a relatively new and stupid idea. Life is not fair, can never be fair, shouldn’t even pretend to be fair, and so humans invented the idea to try to level the playing field and make things a little more challenging for the predators. And that’s fine. Personally, I welcome the challenge.

There are few things in the world that make me feel more clueless than a woman’s tears. I know that I am supposed to do something comforting and then go slay whatever dragon caused the crying fit, but it has been my experience, in my limited dealings with women, that the tears never come when they should, and they are never about what you might think, and consequently you are reduced to truly stupid options like patting her head and saying, ‘There there,’ in the hopes that at some point she will let you in on what the display is actually about.